Lyrics Eleven:21 - Rischod King

They tell me tell my story tell me talk about it
It′s so much going on only got time to walk about it
I'm talkin′ bout that pain that I been lettin' go
Feel more connected to a stranger one I've never known
So I walk with the Teflon Smithin Westin on grip side fa me
Feel like I′m walkin′ alone
With nowhere to go
You see
I lost my mama then my daddy then my brother
The only one of them alive is my mother
Went through times ready fa me to go
Me to go talk to god I told em
Free my soul
Free my soulll
So I gotta get to that bag
Run it up fast
And get to dat cash, foreal
No I'm not coming in last
I got off my back
To show you I′m bad Foreal
I'm June da Don
And I ain′t runnin from nothin'
Bullet wounds cuts and concussions
Survivor can′t take me under
Left me for dead as a youngin
On forest lane I was thuggin'
Leave da house, me and my brother
Jit in the crook it was nothing
When I lost my daddy I turnt to a menace was hustlin
And robbin to granny wasn't listenin

I copped me a pistol my Patna went missin
No they not my brothers they switch fa da chicken
Women′ll bop and then trip for attention
Then wonder why I will not come out my britches
Thinking bout me gotta handle my business
Cause ain′t no one there when my pockets is empty

I been on my own for a long time
Brother told me I wouldn't be nothin′ and that's been on mind
So I go harder Every dayyy
Sisters, Sisters lookin up to me to make wayyy
That′s why I go harder
That's why I go harderr

My brother klout told me to keep it going
Don′t let my past come in and stop my flowin'
Deserve so much in this life and you know it
Look at it like a lesson in life made you focus
So I book a show and I spazz
Cause' I gotta work on my brand and my image
It ain′t no more comin′ in last
Hit the stage like a vet ain't no room to be timid
On women right now imma pass

I been hustlin′ so much my free time is restricted
My people'll tell you they thought I went missin
Went down to the slums wit my vest and my pistol

My lil baby she look up to me
My lil sister wan be where I beee
That′s why I moved out the grove can't you see
Just in case these haters murder me want her be free

Had to cut off my Patna brought too much attention
The feds sendin′ letters changed numbers I'm gone

They sendin threats
Talkin' bout murdering me
I ain′t runnin′ from nothing, come on
I came out the jungle you talk out yo neck ima up it
It ain't no more room for discussion
I promise its nothing
These hollows in you ima stuff em′
Cause' my family need me to bubble, yea

I done seen a lotta death at 19
A lotta youngin′s gettin murdered live just like me
Godfather done told me to pick a different lanee
Or my life gone end just like deres it ain't gone never change

That′s why I go harder, oh na na na na na na